I altered my route to work and braved the morning traffic commuting to Norwich. It was a wild and windy day and there were fallen branches but, as ever, the chief risk was the other morons on the road. I had to emergency brake twice to avoid other clueless motorists who were probably late for work. Thankfully my normal commute is less busy. Twice thankfully I don't live near one of the big cities where the madness is much worse. The hashpoint was more or less on Reeder's Lane. Even sitting in the car, I was inside the circle of uncertainty. I got out and braved the wind and driving rain for a few seconds to get closer and have a look at the soggy mud and half dead winter vegetation in the stormy dawn twilight. Why do we do this? Getting up earlier was easy as my body clock has still not adjusted from Cyprus time back to Grenwich Mean Time.